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A New Beginning
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2026-08-26 22:17:21
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TOO LATE TO REGRET, EX-HUSBAND The Price of Blood
The red laser dot danced on the center of the rogue security chief's forehead, steady as a heartbeat.My breath caught in my throat. I didn't dare move a single muscle, my finger resting lightly on the trigger of my pistol while every drop of blood in my body buzzed with electric terror.The former security chief stopped dead in his tracks. His arrogant sneer faltered, his eyes darting wildly around the dim, smoky garage as he tried to figure out where the invisible threat was coming from. In his arms, Emma remained completely limp, her breathing shallow and quiet beneath the dark blanket."W-what is this?" the man stammered, his grip on his suppressed pistol tightening nervously against Emma's temple. "Drop your weapons right now, or I swear to God I'll put a bullet through her head!""You take another step, and you won't even feel the bullet hit you," Arthur said. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a terrifying, cold deadliness that echoed off the concrete walls.Arthur didn't dr
TOO LATE TO REGRET, EX-HUSBAND Blood in the Vault
The blast wave hit us like a physical blow, a concussive shock that tore the air right out of my lungs and sent a ringing vibration deep into the bones of my skull.It wasn't the interior corridor charges Arthur had triggered. This explosion came from deep beneath our feet, rumbling through the ancient concrete and stone foundation of the house with a terrifying, bone-shaking roar.BOOM!Plaster rained down from the high wooden ceiling like gray snow, settling in our hair and coating our shoulders. The grand foyer shook so violently that the heavy crystal chandelier swung wildly overhead, its glass pendants clinking together in a frantic, shattering melody before crashing down onto the marble floor in a shower of glittering shards.My breath caught in my throat. My heart stopped beating entirely, freezing in my chest as a wave of absolute dread washed over me.The garage vault."No," I gasped, the word tearing raw and bloody from my throat, echoing in the smoky haze of the hall.Arthu
TOO LATE TO REGRET, EX-HUSBAND Darkness at the Gates
The moment the floodlights died, the entire mountain plunged into a suffocating, ink-black void.The amber glow of the security lamps vanished instantly. The burning wreckage of Director Vance's SUV cast wild, flickering red embers against the blackness, but it wasn't enough to pierce the sudden wall of night."What happened to the power?" my father's voice rang out sharply from my left, tight with tension."It's not a power failure," Arthur muttered, his hand reaching out in the dark to firmly grip my shoulder. "That's an electromagnetic grid pulse. Harrison must have triggered the estate's blackout defense protocol."Out on the open road, chaos erupted immediately among Dimitri's men."Secure your positions! Flashlights on!" Dimitri's harsh voice roared over the sound of shouting mercenaries stumbling against each other in the dark.A dozen tactical flashlights flared to life at once, cutting sharp, blinding beams of white light through the smoke and pine trees. The sudden glare bou
TOO LATE TO REGRET, EX-HUSBAND Ghost from the Past
The night air burned with the thick, oily smell of burning rubber and scorched gasoline.Bright orange flames leaped into the dark sky, casting jagged, dancing shadows across the twisted wreckage of Director Vance's federal SUV. The heat was so intense it forced us back several steps from our hiding spot near the stone retaining wall."What is going on out there?" my father muttered, keeping his shotgun raised as he peered through the thick rhododendron branches. "Who are those men?"I didn't answer. I couldn't.My eyes were locked entirely on the tall, imposing figure standing beside the lead armored truck.He was wearing a dark, heavy trench coat that fluttered in the sharp mountain wind. A thick cigar glowed bright red between his lips, illuminating a face so strikingly similar to Director Marcus Vance that it sent a cold shiver straight down my spine. The same sharp jawline, the same pale, calculating eyes, and the same ruthless arrogance.It was Julian's older brother–or rather,
TOO LATE TO REGRET, EX-HUSBAND Blood on the Iron Gates
The garage security monitor flickered, casting a harsh, ghostly white glow across the concrete floor.I stood frozen beside the tactical van, holding Leo and Emma tightly against my chest. My eyes were glued to the high-definition screen.A second matte-black SUV had just slid to a stop right behind Viktor Vanderbilt’s limousine at the main estate gates. The heavy tires crunched loudly over the loose gravel. The rear door swung open, and out stepped a man wearing an immaculate federal marshal’s uniform, his face twisted into a hard, ruthless sneer.Director Vance.He wasn't sitting in a holding cell like his uncle Adrian or Eleanor Kingsley. He was out here in the open mountain air, holding a standard-issue federal assault rifle with professional ease."Uncle Viktor," Vance called out, his voice carrying clearly through the external intercom speaker mounted near the gatehouse. "I see our little insurance policy ran into some local resistance."Viktor turned around, brushing a speck of
TOO LATE TO REGRET, EX-HUSBAND The Final Threat at the Gates
The cold hum of the underground garage felt deafening.In my arms, Leo and Emma buried their faces in my jacket, their small shoulders shaking with quiet sobs. I held them tighter, pressing kisses to their hair while Arthur stood guard over us, his knuckles raw and his breathing heavy. A few feet away, my father and Julian kept their weapons trained on the captured operatives kneeling against the concrete floor.We had won the battle in the nursery. We had saved our children from being dragged away into the dark.Then the overhead security monitors flickered violently.The bright white fluorescent screens stuttered, hissed with static, and snapped into a crisp, high-definition live video feed.The camera was pointed directly at the main iron security gates of the estate, half a mile down the winding driveway.Standing right in front of the massive wrought-iron bars was Viktor Vanderbilt.He had discarded his tailored wool coat. In his crisp white dress shirt and loosened tie, he looke
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